Chapter 15 This Male Lead is Really Hard to Kill (15) Is He Dead or Not...?
At this moment, Tu Mi recovered from the shock of the unexpected turn of events and stood beside him again.
The ceremony continued.
After the inscription on the Three Lives Stone was completed, the newlyweds entered their bridal chamber.
However, once the palace doors closed, Feng Fuli immediately extended his hand to the woman with a blank expression: "This is what I want."
Their wedding was never based on any affection. Now that Tu Mi has gotten what she wanted, it's time for him to demand his reward.
Seeing his "cash on delivery" attitude, the woman sighed inwardly: How heartless.
Having witnessed Wu Feng's passionate suicide at the daytime ceremony, while the other party remained unmoved, she knew that no one could enter the heart of this man.
Fortunately, she was more insightful than Wufeng and did not seek such things.
So he readily took out an old-fashioned book from his mind and handed it to him.
"This book records that the Bewitching Flower is a divine flower cultivated by an ancient demon god, originally intended for training and keeping as a pet. The method to eradicate it is also very simple: since it is a demon flower, watering it with pure spiritual power will cause it to wither and die."
It's that simple?!
Fu Li took the ancient book, and before leaving, he turned back and coldly warned her, "If this method fails, I will make you pay with your life!"
Then he transformed into a black gust of wind and rushed out of the palace, heading to his meditation room for seclusion without looking back.
After witnessing him abandon his bride and run away without a second thought on their wedding night, Tu Mi finally uttered a few words: "Heartless man!"
Fu Li examined the ancient book and, after confirming that there were no problems, began to follow the methods described therein.
The details are similar to what Tu Mi said. The Bewitching Flower was originally a creation of a demon god with a perverse sense of humor, used to control and train his servants. Later, when the gods went into seclusion, the Bewitching Flower did not survive, but unexpectedly, one of them was obtained by the nine-tailed fox demon.
However, the Enchanted Flower is, after all, a creature of the divine race, and it has grown in his sea of consciousness for so long, constantly nourished by the primordial yang. Now, its root system has become extremely tough, and eradicating it would be time-consuming, laborious, and very troublesome.
Although she found it tedious, Fu Li quickly got into the zone and began working on it.
According to the ancient texts, one should inject one's own demonic energy and spiritual energy into the dantian, turning it into a place similar to an alchemy furnace. Then, one should extract the pure spiritual energy from it and circulate it into the sea of consciousness to nourish the roots of the Bewitching Flower.
Based on his cultivation level, it would take him at least ten years. Fortunately, time is the last thing Fu Li has in abundance right now.
At the same time, Guiyanzong.
The middle-aged man hurriedly entered the council hall, looking anxious as he said to the elders inside, "I have brought that child back. But now not only are his meridians completely severed, but his nascent soul and golden core have also been damaged, and his entire body is invaded by demonic energy. I'm afraid that even if I use all the spiritual medicines to treat him, it will be difficult to save him. I wonder if any of you have any good ideas?"
An elder with a white beard gazed intently for a moment before speaking, "Didn't Jing Tong and the others bring back a spiritual spring from the Daoqing Secret Realm last time? It's full of immortal energy and has the effect of healing injuries and cleansing bones. If we use the spiritual spring to heal him, we might be able to save his life."
After pondering for a moment, the man nodded in agreement. He then hurriedly turned to carry it out.
At this moment, another elder holding a whisk called out to him, "Wait. Sect Master, I heard that child has been growing up in the Demon Realm all these years and is a confidant of Demon Lord Feng Fuli. Now that you've brought him back, could it be a trap deliberately set by Feng Fuli? Just like twenty years ago..."
His words were pointed out that someone within the Guiyan Sect had betrayed them, which allowed the demonic cultivators to easily attack and cause the sect's demise.
The middle-aged man shook his head firmly. "Shao Ming didn't do it willingly. He was kidnapped to the Demon Realm by villains. Moreover, he doesn't know his origins yet. Once he knows the truth, he definitely won't betray his kin and continue to associate with demons. Besides, he is Qi Nan's son. I believe in him!"
The resounding voice echoed in the hall, as majestic as the long tolling of a bell.
Seeing his guarantee, the other elders didn't say anything.
Beside the Lingquan Pool.
The girl had beautiful features, but her face was contorted with worry as she looked at the two figures sitting in the pool.
Countless times I've asked, "How much longer until it ends? I'm worried... will Senior Brother Shaoming not make it...?"
Standing beside her was a man in blue robes, none other than the sect leader of the Guiyan Sect.
The man stroked his nonexistent beard, his gaze lingering on the figure outlined by the mist, and said:
"Don't worry, with your Uncle-Master Bi Yuan healing him, nothing will go wrong. The spiritual energy here is abundant, and the pool water also contains immortal energy. It can not only repair his meridians, but also force out all the demonic energy in his immortal bones. Your senior brother is a lucky man and will definitely be able to overcome this tribulation."
Speaking of this, Jiao Yuetong's eyebrows furrowed, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes, and she said angrily, "It's all because of that demon! He corrupted Senior Brother's immortal bones into demonic bones and forced him to break his core and jump off a cliff. If we hadn't arrived in time, Senior Brother Shaoming would have already been devoured by the demonic beasts!"
"Feng Fuli is a heinous and treacherous villain!"
The person in the pool heard her utter a word, their ears twitched slightly, but their eyes remained tightly closed. After a long while, their dry, white lips moved, and in a voice inaudible to anyone, they slowly uttered a word:
"Your Excellency..."
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The Demon Palace was filled with the deafening sounds of battle. Demon soldiers clad in purple armor clashed fiercely with all sorts of righteous cultivators. Swords flashed, spells flew, and exquisitely carved railings were shattered. Crystal palace lanterns were reduced to dust in the clash of magic. All the splendor and extravagance were nothing but fragile paper lanterns in the face of war.
Inside the beast camp, a middle-aged man dressed in a Taoist robe, wielding a long sword, pierced the heart of a demon general who was desperately fleeing while clutching his wound. A chilling sword aura erupted, and when he withdrew his sword, the latter's chest cavity was a bloody, hollow hole. His knees could no longer bear the weight, and he collapsed to his knees.
The surrounding area was littered with the corpses of the demonic beasts kept by the Demon Lord, almost all of whom died from poisoning.
Clearly, this was a premeditated and extremely ruthless operation.
The generals of the Demon Realm only learned of this today. It turns out that the True Cultivation Path had secretly held a "Demon Extermination Conference" and even formed a "Demon Extermination Army".
After a year of planning, they stormed the Demon Palace of Wuxu Mountain.
Meanwhile, there was no news from the Demon Realm. Even now, Demon Lord Fu Li himself has yet to be seen.
Blood dripped from the tip of the middle-aged man's sword, landing right on the cheek of the Demon Realm's deputy envoy, who lay on the ground barely clinging to life.
Knowing he was no match for them, he looked at the hellish scene surrounding the Wuxu Demon Palace, his face filled with resentment. He raised his head and said unwillingly, "You hypocrites of the righteous path, all you know how to do is use despicable tricks! If we hadn't had our pawns planted in our hands, how could we have given you this opportunity! You old bastard! Bah!"
"When His Majesty appears, you'll all be wiped out! His Majesty will make you taste the agony of being burned alive by the fires of purgatory and whipped in the souls by the demonic dragon whip, avenging our fallen brothers in the Demon Realm!"
"I'll wait and see, see you hypocrites hung on the fires of hell, wishing you were dead!"
Even with his body covered in wounds and blood gushing from his chest, he still arrogantly looked up to the sky and laughed heartily.
Even now, he firmly believes that as long as Feng Fuli is there, the righteous path will never achieve final victory.
The sect leader remained calm on the surface.
Amidst the distant sounds of battle, hurried footsteps approached. A beautiful woman dressed as a demon servant entered, her face flushed with excitement. She excitedly called out to the Guiyan Sect Master:
"Father, it's done! The sealing magic array that Senior Brother Shaoming led us to set up around Yaohua Hall has been activated, and that demon has been sealed away!"
Upon hearing this, a relaxed smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face. "Yue'er, well done!"
Jiao Yuetong shook her head, her expression filled with admiration, "No, it's all thanks to Brother Shaoming."
However, the expression on the Demon Realm's deputy envoy's face was completely different from theirs.
He leaned against the fallen stone table, his muddled pupils revealing disbelief and rage.
"How dare you plot against His Majesty?!"
Then, overcome with rage, he shouted: "You...you bunch of hypocrites! What kind of skill is it to plant traitors?! You will be punished!"
Little did they know that Jiao Yuetong sneered, "Twenty years ago, it was your Demon Realm that colluded with villains to have the opportunity to slaughter the entire Guiyan Sect! Isn't this retribution?"
The deputy envoy glared with eyes brimming with bloodlust and hatred, and roared, "It was that scoundrel Xue Qinan who killed the demonic cultivators of eighteen of my sects, and even got the title of 'Demon Slayer Master' for it! Clearly, you provoked us first and indiscriminately slaughtered the innocent!"
The grudges between the immortals and demons have been brewing for a long time; they are mortal enemies anyway. If we were to go back and forth through each incident one by one, we would never be able to sort out the old and new grievances, and it would be impossible to say whose fault it was in the first place.
The sect leader didn't waste any more words with him. With a flash of white light from his longsword, he ended the man's life.
A distant bell tolled, ringing the Phoenix Bell, the symbol of the Demon Realm's golden age, located in the main hall of Yaohua Palace. This signified the fall of the Demon Palace's last stronghold, and with it, Wuxu Mountain had completely fallen.
The father and daughter looked at each other, and joy appeared in their eyes.
The sect leader couldn't help but sigh:
"I remember when Shao Ming arrived at the sect ten years ago, his meridians were all severed and his nascent soul was destroyed, making him almost a cripple. I never expected that he would successfully form a nascent soul again in just ten years. He even presided over the demon-slaying conference as the leader of the alliance and used the terrain of the Demon Palace to lead everyone to attack Wuxu Mountain. He can be described as brave and resourceful, and is a role model for our righteous path."
"Now that the Demon Lord has been eliminated, the Demon Realm's fate is sealed. At Shao Ming's current cultivation speed, he will surely become the supreme being here within a hundred years. Ascension is only a matter of time. Truly a born immortal, a prodigy sent from heaven."
Jiao Yuetong's eyes shone brightly, as if she were proud of it. "Back then, it was the Demon Realm that used its pawns planted in the sects to kill Sect Master Xue's family. Now, we have used the same method to break through Wuxu Mountain, and Brother Shaoming has been able to personally kill his enemies and rebuild his immortal bones. This is truly an eye for an eye."
The middle-aged man nodded in agreement.
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The cultivation world, the Later Heaven Palace Century.
Xue Shaoming, the Demon Slayer, had a son with his wife on the third day of the second month of the Year of the Tiger. He was born with immortal bones and was a talent that appeared only once in ten thousand generations.
At twenty, one forms the Core Formation; at thirty, the Nascent Soul; at seventy, the Void Refining stage; and at one hundred, one transcends the Tribulation.
At the age of twenty-one, he presided over the demon-slaying conference and led the righteous heroes to attack the demon realm. The contemporary demon lord, Feng Fuli, disappeared during the war and his whereabouts are unknown.
After that, the Demon Realm came under the jurisdiction of the righteous path, and there was no more Demon Lord in the world.
Two hundred years later, Xue Shaoming ascended to heaven and was honored as the Immortal Venerable Shaoye.
A note from the author:
The next chapter continues the magic of time. Guess how much time has passed?
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